It is an amiable part of human nature, that we should love our animals; it is even better to love them to the point of folly, than not to love them at all.

Christianity in the suburb is cheerful. The church is a centre of social activity and those who go to church need never be lonely.

There are moments of despair that come sometimes, when night sets in and a white fog presses against the windows. Then our house changes its shape, rears up and becomes a place of despair. Then fear and rage run simply--and the thought of Death as a friend. This is the simplest of thoughts, that Death must come when we call, although he is a god.

O happy dogs of England, Bark well at errand boys, If you lived anywhere else, You would not be allowed to make such an infernal noise.

Life may be treacherous, but you can always depend on death.

I'll have your heart, if not by gift my knife Shall carve it out. I'll have your heart, your life.

The human creature is alone in his carapace. Poetry is a strong way out.